An Open Letter To Our Unionized Public Servants

Let’s get a few things straight right off the bat.

You work for us - the taxpayers. And don’t give me that tired old line about you paying taxes, too. Every thin dime on that W2 of yours originated from us. The only reason some of the lines on that W2 say “xyz taxes” is the IRS and the other government shysters figured out a long time ago that collecting their vig up front makes most of the citizenry blind to how much is being confiscated. There are really only two big pots of wealth. Pot A is the wealth generated in the private sector. Pot B is the wealth allocated from Pot A to be spent in the public sector. We create what goes into Pot A and pay taxes into Pot B. The government pays you out of Pot B and pretends you pay taxes back into the very same pot. Like I said, you work for us.

If you’re a cop or a firefighter don’t play the “dangerous service” card with me, either. My father was a cop – a damn good one, too – and we’ve had this conversation. We both agree no amount of 'service' gives anyone the right to bankrupt the entire society. In fact, if you are willing to bankrupt the entire society to protect your compensation package – I don’t think you really understand the concept of ‘service.’ This is about society’s checkbook. News flash - we’re broke.

If you’re a teacher, don’t give me any crap about “the children.” If you had dragged either of my kids to Madison – illegally blowing off your job – I can assure you they would have blown you off and found something useful to do. You know why? My wife and I have raised then to be citizens. You (the teachers who dragged their students to Madison in violation of your contracts) are zombies – and you have nothing but contempt from me, my wife, and my kids.

If you’re a paper pusher – I’m in no mood right now to give you the time of day.

Regardless of who you are, if you fit the description ‘unionized public servant,’ understand this – there are a hell of a lot more of us than you. There has to be – just do the math. We create Pot A and contribute toward Pot B. You depend entirely upon Pot B. Are you a citizen or a committed dependent of Pot B? Now is the time to decide. Now means now.

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OK, so now that we’ve done some level setting – let’s talk about what’s going on in Madison.

First...Duh!, we’re broke.

Do you think kicking in half of your retirement fund is a horror? Duh, I contribute every thin dime to my own retirement.

Do you object to contributing a mere 13% to your gold-plated health insurance plan? Duh, I contribute 50% to my tin-plated health insurance plan.

Do you think everyone who has the same bureaucratically defined job code as you should be compelled to contribute dues to the union? Who told you that – the burly guy with the crooked nose?

Bottom Line - You need to decide right now whether you are a citizen or a Union Zombie. If you are a citizen - welcome aboard. If you are a Union Zombie, then I’ll see you in the streets.

Because even our women are ready to throw down.

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(That means “F-U” – assuming you choose to stand as a dependent of Pot B.)